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writers_muses Prompt set #28.4
The minute you walked through the door, I could tell you were....what? Describe your very first meeting with your significant other, or most recent ex if that may be the case.
So really it’s not about my most recent ex. My most recent ex was a tool. (Nifty word huh? One of the mini-me’s taught me it) This is about The Guy. Capital T. Capital G because really that’s what everyone wants to hear about isn’t it? I could tell you about tool-boy but he’s not that interesting which is why I’m skipping to TG. I think that’s what I’ll call him TG.
He was stalking. It’s sort of what he does. It bothered me at first but it’s one of those things that you get used to. After a while it felt safe knowing that he was watching my back and if I needed him, the shadows would cough him up. Like Phelgm but you know, sexy not gross. He was stalking and I hadn’t gotten to the safe stage yet. I was still at the creeping me the hell out stage so I ducked down an alley, found some higher ground and a place to hide in plain sight. Really, he should have seen me there. Must have been distracted by the stalking. Anyway, I swing down, kick his ass and the rest is history.
I hated him at first sight. In that way that a sixteen year old girl likes a guy who’s too cute, too suave, too old and too everything-she-thinks-she-can-never-have. Underneath all that hate there was curiosity. He was different, and no laughing. We’re talking first impressions here. He was a little fanatic but you really can’t blame him once you get to know him.
The one thing I knew from the first moment I saw him that still holds true:
It was never gonna work out between the two of us. No matter how much either one of us wants it to.
writers_muses Prompt set #28.4The minute you walked through the door, I could tell you were....what? Describe your very first meeting with your significant other, or most recent ex if that may be the case.
So really it’s not about my most recent ex. My most recent ex was a tool. (Nifty word huh? One of the mini-me’s taught me it) This is about The Guy. Capital T. Capital G because really that’s what everyone wants to hear about isn’t it? I could tell you about tool-boy but he’s not that interesting which is why I’m skipping to TG. I think that’s what I’ll call him TG.
He was stalking. It’s sort of what he does. It bothered me at first but it’s one of those things that you get used to. After a while it felt safe knowing that he was watching my back and if I needed him, the shadows would cough him up. Like Phelgm but you know, sexy not gross. He was stalking and I hadn’t gotten to the safe stage yet. I was still at the creeping me the hell out stage so I ducked down an alley, found some higher ground and a place to hide in plain sight. Really, he should have seen me there. Must have been distracted by the stalking. Anyway, I swing down, kick his ass and the rest is history.
I hated him at first sight. In that way that a sixteen year old girl likes a guy who’s too cute, too suave, too old and too everything-she-thinks-she-can-never-have. Underneath all that hate there was curiosity. He was different, and no laughing. We’re talking first impressions here. He was a little fanatic but you really can’t blame him once you get to know him.
The one thing I knew from the first moment I saw him that still holds true:
It was never gonna work out between the two of us. No matter how much either one of us wants it to.
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